Thursday, June 07, 2007

Dear Diary (v.1)

So I totally forgot that I started this...but back when I did my overnight shifts in May, I started this journal/diary thingy to see how I'd react to the lack of sleep and whatnot. I just kinda did it as a case study and because when I was working for the paper at MSU, I always thought it'd be interesting to do a story chronicling how people react to a lack of sleep. Although I’m sure that much like my energy drink story it would have back-fired and I’d have gotten addicted to not sleeping or something.

Anyway…apparently I didn’t keep this thing up as far as I’d hoped; a lack of sleep will do that to a brotha. However, I do have a timeline of my return from Iowa until the morning after my first overnight. Apparently somewhere in there I forgot I was even writing this thing…who knew?!

To set the stage…I’d flown home to Iowa for a speedy weekend and I think I snagged roughly 5 to 7 hours of sleep throughout the duration of the trip, the majority of which I obtained during my initial flight out of Boston. So here begins the Jeremiah Graves Saga of Sleeplessness.


Tuesday 05-22-2007


I’ve just flown back in from Iowa (booyah!) and traversed my way through the public transportation system to make it to my apartment. I’ve since showered and gotten a quick bite to eat and now it’s off to bed.


I’m officially up now. I didn’t really sleep all that well. I was hot; then I was cold and so on and so on pretty much all night. I woke up pretty much every half hour or so and then it took at least 10 to 15 minutes for me to pass out again.


I’ve just arrived at work half an hour early, as usual. To avoid going in early—because I’ll be seeing plenty of this place in the next couple of days—I wander to Dunkin’ Donuts and snag a ginormous iced coffee and a breakfast sammitch.


Yep, I’m early anyway. *sigh*


Angie is the first person to tell me I look really tired.


Remlee tells me I look tired as well.


Andrew—who just worked an overnight shift—says I look tired.


I realize I’ve been staring at my computer’s wallpaper for about six minutes and I think my eyes are bugging out. Time to get up and move around. I take a lot of journals to get bound and I pick-up two weeks’ worth. The people down in the processing office are talking to me, but I’m so sleepy I can’t focus on a word they’re saying. For whatever reason I decide to just keep laughing and agreeing; I’m pretty sure they think I’m ‘shrooming.


Angie is complaining about some douche-bag who sent her a copy of his book to be added to the collection. She soon learns it’s not a book, but rather a copy of “Beauty and the Beast” on VHS in a bad-ass, old-school clamshell case. The next 15 minutes is spent watching portions of the movie to ensure it is in proper working order.


Recess. I run around and chase a Frisbee with a dog. Joe and I work on our, yet-to-be-perfected juggling ball routine. I could really use something to eat.


Eileen tells me I look really tired. I smile and realize I’ve forgotten my water bottle. I tell her I forgot it, but instead of saying “water bottle” I say “walkie talkie.” She tells me I should take a nap.


I’m getting stoked because Ryan and I are going to bolt for the Muddy at four for some beers or as I’m referring to them…liquid sleeping pills.


Ryan has informed me we’re going to wait until five. Now I wish I’d taken a lunch break, because my belly is all kinds of pissed.


Computer is shut-down and I’m working on recruiting other people to come along. Angie tells me multiple times that I should just go home and sleep; to thank her for her consideration of my well-being I guilt her into coming with us.


The Muddy is freakin’ packed. Next destination—Characters!


Beer in hand, food on the way.


Stop in CVS looking for No Doze…can’t find it. Purchase three packets of Big League Chew and a bag of Blow Pops instead.


Dozing off on the couch as some dude named Eli dominates Jeopardy.


Pulled back into the world of the conscious by a phone call from Craig, whom I haven’t talked to since February, he’d like me to join him to take a few shots. I inform him I can’t and he hangs up, seemingly upset. I drop the phone and make a weird little whimpering noise that I didn’t know I—or anyone for that matter—was capable of making.

8:05pm to 10:45pm

I try and I try, but I can’t fall back asleep. This blows. To pass the time I watch the final two episodes of Veronica Mars…I will miss that Kristen Bell…and then I pack my stuff and head for the T.


Some drunken dude is falling all over the floor of the T station and keeps trying to crawl out onto the tracks, but is repeatedly thwarted by the MBTA staff. I ask if I can help as they try to restrain him and the more portly fellow tells me to “ignore this shit and get on the train.” I look around in all directions and see no train. I do, however, both see and hear a crazy drunken man trying to throw himself onto the third-rail. I continue watching until a train finally shows up. People are so silly.


Back at MIT and wandering toward my cube to gather a plethora of work as to keep myself functioning through the wee-hours of the morning, I also take a potty break.

Wednesday 05-23-2007


Approximately 47 people in the library. It’s ridiculously quiet and I’m pretty sure the eye-lids are already feeling a little heavy. Time to bust out the first wave of energy boosters; I guzzle one of those “5-Hour-Energy” shots that they sell at 7-11. I’ve purchased 3 of them. I am also armed with a travel sized container of No Doze, three energy drinks, plenty of water, an apple, two bags of chips, some frosted chocolate donuts, the aforementioned Blow Pops and Big League Chew and a microwavable pasta bowl thing. Game on sleep deprivation…


In the past 40 minutes I’ve seen a lady dressed as a penguin walk through handing out candy while a contingent of Asian photographers followed her around snapping pictures, a security guard who was in shock to find that the library was open 24/7 and wanted to know why they’d let a student run the place all alone and some dude came up and asked where he could take a leak…I may or may not have pointed him toward the elevator. Eye-lids…getting’ heavy again.


Officially down to 28 people. Good news…I think the cleaning lady likes me.


My eyes are feeling really dried out. Stupid f’n contacts! On the bright-side, I’m combating an overwhelming urge to collapse by doing a butt-load of really lame binding. Although my wrist hurts and I think I have carpal tunnel syndrome now.


Some dude just farted. It was loud and he’s the only person in the direction it came from. He knows it. I know it. I bet he stays all night just to avoid having to make the walk of shame past the circulation desk.


Matt Van Sleet has been gone for like 30 minutes. I’m not sure if the nerds have banded together to slay him or if he is just taking the scenic route for the attendance count.




So my leg has been hurting…pretty much since third-grade, but more recently for the entire time I’ve been here. I just checked and apparently I have this gigantic bruise under my right knee. Weird.


A toasted BMT from subway on the Italian Herb and Cheese bread with southwest sauce, mayo, lettuce, pickles, cucumbers, peppers and onions. Mmmmmmmmm…that sounds nice. I’ll just go ahead and eat this apple instead…yeah, that’ll hit the spot.


I think the sun is starting to come up already…crazy!


Excellent, I just caught a major second (perhaps third or fourth) wind and I’m rolling through these morning hours like a bad-ass mofo. They say that four to five is the hardest hour, but I think I kicked four to five’s ass! Oh and the sun’s up…it’s enough to make a guy want to go for a run.


The thought of a large French vanilla iced coffee with cream and sugar is making me really excited for 8am when I’m a free man.


Totally crashing! Came out of nowhere, I can barely keep my head up, let alone stay awake. I’m going to need some sort of emergency energy aid STAT!


I feel like a cocaine junkie on the way down. No me gusta. I think I’ll have to pound another energy drink and maybe some chips.


Holy crap, I think I’m gonna puke everywhere! I just slugged a Monster (zero carbs!) and pretty much inhaled a bag of Doritos. Pretty sure that was one of the worst decisions I’ve ever made.


Okay, it’s officially the worst decision I’ve ever made…POTTY BREAK!!!!


I should probably send Mattski an email.


Oh sweet, Jesus…12 more minutes. I either need Bruno to show up or the sweet, sweet release of death…oh wait…there goes the farter…he’s trying to sneak out, but I see him. I really want to stand up and scream that I know he’s the dude who farted, but really he’s the only one even conscious…what good is public embarrassment if there’s no one to embarrass them in front of? Man, I’m a douche-bag!


Back in my cube now. I’ve technically got about 45 minutes until my shift starts. Hmmmmm…what to do, what to do?! Well I think I’ll just sprawl out on the floor here for a few minutes and just get a quick cat-nap.


Holy crap…I might have been in a coma. I woke up to Angie trying to be all quiet and sneaky. Apparently she didn’t want to wake me up…how sweet. To reciprocate, I just shot my new cross-bow at her! It doesn’t really work…shit! Thank You Family Dollar!


So my contacts are all blurry and dried and kinda stuck up on the wrong part of my eyeball…this should make for a fun day. I think I’m going to go pull some stuff for binding or something…


And this is where the saga ends. I guess I just forgot about it or spent the rest of the day and subsequent night shift in a weird, coked-out kind of daze and decided that to avoid sullying the good name of my journalistic skills I’d be better served to stay away from WORD and all associated documents. Either way, I hope you learned a valuable lesson…don’t volunteer for overnight shifts…leave that for those of us who are batshit crazy and really need the money! :-)

Friday, June 01, 2007

Random Survey Thingity-Thing...


Jeremiah Graves


Most people just call me “Graves”…some folks at work call me “Jerry”…I hate it and they know that, thus why they continue to use it. When I’m feeling very ‘street’ I’ll go by J-Diggity or J-Dizzle. Noel calls me J-Goggle. I’m still trying to figure out why. I think I’m partial to the name “Big Country” or at least I’m all about trying it on for size. I’ve also been called the following: Gravey, Graveytrain, Graveyboat, Monkey, Sloth, Dumbass (thanks Grandma!), Boy (thanks Pappy!) and Baby (thanks Mama!)…


Birth Date:

December 5, 1983 (Made in the ‘80s!)

Where Are You?:

Well this is mildly stalkerish…but I’m at work right now, so I’m hanging out at MIT and clearly working hard for the money…so hard for the money…you better treat me right.

…that was from a song.


6’2” or 6’3” but if I stand up straight I’m 6’8”

Eye color:

Blue…or as my Mama calls them “pretty, pretty blue.” Sometimes I think she wants to get me beat up.
Hair color:

Blonde…until it all turns gray again. *sigh*

What does your name mean:

Awesomeness…but no seriously…I am awesome.

…fine, according to about 12 websites I just checked my name means “God Will Uplift” and that my friends is why I am, in fact, the life of the party.
High school graduation year:

Favorite relatives:

Um…what type of question is that…how could I possibly pick certain relatives over others? I love them all. Except for maybe Aunt Linda…she’s kind of a douche-bag and a bunch of my Mama’s relatives kinda suck too. Hmmmmm…forget it…I like my immediate family and no one else!
Favorite Summer Memory:

I met an Australian gal named Sandy at the beach and we fell in love. She was heartbroken when summer ended and she had to return home. Our last kiss on the beach is a very emotional one and we thought we’d never see one another again, but fate lent a hand - her parents decided to stay in America and she found herself attending the same school as me. But as you all know, Graves at school is different from Graves at the beach. I was the leader of the T-Birds and I had a reputation to keep up. I couldn't be seen with just one chick! Sandy was upset and sought solace with some new friends she made - a female gang called The Pink Ladies. But her prim and proper virginal ways didn’t fit in and she soon found herself feeling all alone. However, against all odds, we managed to stay together. Then graduation came and Sandy changed in a way no one expected…

…but that’s a story for another time.

Favorite TV shows:

You know, there was a time when I’d just write that I didn’t watch TV beyond baseball games and I’d feel a sad little rush of pride about how I was bucking some sort of cultural norm…now I have a list of like 5 shows that I can’t miss without feeling like my life has fallen tragically off-course…*sigh*….The Office, Grey’s Anatomy, Heroes, Boston Legal, Minnesota Twins baseball, Veronica Mars, Gilmore Girls and—of course—Friends.
What's on your mousepad:

Mousepad? Oh come on generic survey thing, who has a mousepad anymore? Honestly, who still has a mouse with a roller-ball anymore? It’s all about the laser mouse (or would it be mice?) now-a-days….

In the car- ac or windows:

I’m a big proponent of the windows….that is largely perpetuated by the fact that my Grand Am (jealous?) has a sun-roof…and the fact that I’m dirty-dirt cheap and don’t like to waste the gas mileage by using the AC.

Do you believe in yourself:

Like do I believe I’m real or like do I think I’m all kinds of kick-ass? This seems a little ambiguous to me. Clearly I believe I’m real. It’s not like I’m the Easter Bunny or Big Foot or a worthwhile starting pitcher on the Yankees roster…I actually exist. And as far as believing in myself in the forum of confidence…I’m going to go ahead and say ‘heck yes’ (pardon my French) I believe in myself…I have a tendency to rock.
Favorite game:


Favorite drink:

Milk. Some good ole fashioned Milk. Hook me up with anything between Whole and 2% and I’m good to go. Starting throwing all of these skim and vitamin-fortified things at me and I’m going to be a little skeptical about the whole thing…

Favorite alcoholic drink:

Beer and Margaritas.
Favorite food:

Cheeseburgers, Bacon, Bacon Cheeseburgers, Pulled-Pork Sammitches, Fast-Food, Hot Dogs, Chili Dogs, Chili-Cheese Hot Dogs…you know what I can save a lot of time and just tell you to assume I’m gonna like just about anything you stick in front of me.

Favorite colors:

Red, Yellow, Blue, Green
Favorite cigarettes:

The kind that are stomped out on the cement or still in the pack, unlit. No me gusta cigarettes and/or smoking.
Favorite sounds:

People laughing and having a good time. I’m what’s known as a “Good time Charlie” in country music lore. Meaning I’m the dude you’ll see wandering around cracking awful jokes at his own expense and forcing people to have another beer with the sole purpose of ensuring that everybody is having a good ole time.
Favorite smell:

A baseball field before an afternoon game. The grass was just mowed, you can smell hot dogs and chicken and burgers all cooking and you can smell the beer at the concession stands…that’s good stuff.
Worst feeling in the World:

Getting Nailed in the Balls

...there are no witty puns to follow this ladies and gentlemen…it sucks.

End of story.
Best feeling in the World:

I’m gonna roll with “happy” as my answer for this one. Although I was on this crazy high in the hospital after my lung surgery where I’m pretty sure I thought I was a polar bear for like an hour…that was nice too.
Favorite thing to do on a weekend:

I enjoy the occasional adult beverage, always in moderation of course. I’m a proponent of Major League Baseball, more specifically the Minnesota Twins franchise. A rousing sporting even will often jostle my fancy, metaphorically speaking of course.
Favorite soundtrack:

That would be the soundtrack to my life…I hear songs in my head all the time…and man do they rock the hizzy!
Where do you see yourself in 10 years:

…rockin’ in the free-world.
First thought in the morning:

It is generally not really a thought, just a loud growling noise as a struggle to get my old, crippled ass out of bed and across the room to my alarm and then I sorta stumble out into the hallway and instinctively head for the potty for my early morning pee break. In fact, I don’t think I actually register any sort of “thought” until I’ve reached the fridge and gobbled up a piece of pre-cooked bacon. I’m sure that’s a good sign.
Do you get motion sickness:

Only if the motion involves plummeting to my death…then yes, that might make me a little queasy.
Rollercoasters- deadly or exciting:

How many rings before you answer the phone:

I really like my ring-tone, so usually about three or four.
Future son names:

Billy…it’s easy enough since I assume all children are named Billy.
Future daughter names:

see previous…
Are you a good friend:

Last time I checked I was pretty solid dude…

Chocolate or Vanilla cake:

I’ll actually just go ahead and eat both. I’m not all-about making these types of life-altering decisions on an empty-stomach.

What do you drive:

My car back home is a beautiful 2002 Pontiac Grand Am, silver, automatic, 2-door, AC, sunroof, Monsoon surround sound stereo system, rims, 64k miles, good shape, two owners, mild hail damage, great car. $10,000/OBO.

Do you sleep with a stuffed animal:

Nope, but I often put Grace is a weird headlock/sleeperhold/Tazzmission kind of maneuver that one shouldn’t really shouldn’t attempt on anything but a stuffed animal…she generally responds by elbowing me in the ribs until I wake up for break the hold. She also pushes me on the floor…a lot.

Thunderstorms cool or scary:

All kinds of bad-ass. Sometime in the future…perhaps all the way in the year 2000…..*IN THE YEAR TWO-THOUSAAAAAAAAAND*…I’ll have one of those cool covered decks where I can sit outside and grill up some bratwurst and burgers while sipping a beer and watching the rain and lightning…now that’s dreamin’ big!

If you could meet one person in the World, who would it be:

Wow…that’s a lot of pressure. I guess if I could meet one person, it’d probably be Jennifer Aniston…for no better reason than because restraining orders were not mentioned as a qualifier for this question. Thank you loophole!
What is your zodiac sign:

Sagittarius…the horse-dude thing.
What do you wear to bed:

I guess that all depends on how hot it is…wrap your mind around that little nugget of information!

Do you eat stems of broccoli:

…broccoli?!?! Is that a kind of sausage?

Guys- If a girl ever asked you for the shirt on your back, would yougive it to her? Girls- Would you ever ask a guy for his shirt?

Wait…like why does this chick want my shirt? …and are we talking any girl or like my girlfriend or my Mama or a fourth cousin that I don’t really know that well?! And come on folks…let’s be honest here…you’ve all seen how I dress. No self-respecting woman would want to have anything to do with the vast majority of wardrobe, heck most dudes wouldn’t borrow my stuff. I’m officially placing this question under protest and I refuse to give a well-documented answer until the question as a whole is cleared up with the National Lame Survey Association of America.

If you could have any occupation when you get older, what would it be:

When I get older…is this a subtle way of telling me I’m going to get fired? What do you know that I don’t survey? Who have you been talking to? Is this about the “incident” I had with one of my co-workers? Or is this about that “fire” in the break room…because it was barely even a fire…it was more like a flaming ball of warmth and cheer….but I guess if I had to pick I’d like to be a baseball guy. Either a manager or a coach or a left-fielder for the Twins or a scout or a writer or commissioner of MLB….that or an astronaut.

If you could dye your hair one color, what would it be:

Blonde…rumor has it they have more fun.

If you could have a tattoo, what and where would it be:

It’d be a tattoo of me crying like a small-child while getting a tattoo, that ironically enough was of me crying like small-child while getting a tattoo, that ironically enough was of me crying like small-child while getting a tattoo, that ironically enough was of me crying like small-child while getting a tattoo, that ironically enough was of me crying like small-child while getting a tattoo, that ironically enough was of me crying like small-child while getting a tattoo, that ironically enough was of me crying like small-child while getting a tattoo, that ironically enough was of me crying like small-child while getting a tattoo, that ironically enough was of me crying like small-child while getting a tattoo, that ironically enough was of me crying like small-child while getting a tattoo, that ironically enough was of a puppy with butterfly on his head.

Favorite brand of gum:

Orbit…makes dirty mouths clean!

What is your favorite quote:

“Follow Your Heart…”

Have you ever been in love:

Yes indeedy…

What's on your walls in your room:

Back home in Iowa…there are about two million posters of lovely young songstresses like Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera. In Boston there is my Circle Me Bert poster and my diploma.

Is the glass half-empty or half-full:

Well if it’s just sitting there and you’re looking at it asking that question…it’s fair game and you can expect it to be empty pretty darn quickly.

Pick a song that describes yourself or that you can relate to:

“Great Day to Be Alive” Travis Tritt
“Road You Leave Behind” by David Lee Murphy
“Our Lives” by the Calling
“Don’t Stop Believin’” by Journey
“Something More” by Sugarland
“Beer in Mexico” by Kenny Chesney
“3 AM” by O.A.R.
Which do you prefer- Cool Ranch or Nacho Cheese Doritos:

Riiiiiiight, because I wouldn’t just eat them both. I guess if I had to pick, I’m old-school so I’ll take the Nacho Cheese first, but my all-time favorite Dorito was “Taco!” those things rocked my face off!

Which one, Coke or Pepsi:
Coke all the way. Pepsi kinda blows.

Which kind of milk is your favorite:
This is awkward, I feel like I already went off on a diatribe about milk preferences early in this survey…how often does something like that come back?! Weird…but yeah…white milk…whole, 1% or 2%...booyah!
If you were to kill someone, which method would you use?

I guess I’d kill them with kindness. Or I’d take them out drinking with me and tell them that if they could out-drink me…both in speed and quantity…that they wouldn’t have to die. That way they go out all happy-drunky-poo.

…however, if it’s Carrot Top we’re talking about then expect me to implement each and every tactic used in the Saw trilogy. F’n Carrot Top!

Are you a righty, lefty, or ambidextrous:

In theory I’m a righty, but I’m still like 84% convinced that I can be a solid pinch-hitter from the left-side. So far the only thing disputing that fact is my serious lack of pinch-hitting skill from the left-side.

Do you type with your fingers on the right keys:

Who is to say what the “right” keys really are? Come on man…let everyone choose which keys are right for them. We don’t all have to fit into some social norm and live the same life. If some people want to type with their hands on the “home row” keys…that’s fine, that’s the way it’s been forever. But if others find that they aren’t comfortable living that lie and they’d rather type with their fingers only on vowels or on letters contained in their middle-name…that’s fine too. It’s 2007 people, we should all be allowed to type however we choose without fear of backlash from others.
When you meet a person of the opposite sex, you check-out their:

I’m all about eyes and smile. Two huge factors…unless of course they’re bald…then I’m gonna be blatantly staring at their shiny skull…no matter how hard I try to look away!

If you could be one gardening tool, which one would it be:

I’m pretty sure I’d have to be a lawn mower.

What kind of shoe would you be if you had an option:

I’m I guess I’d want to be a flip-flop…b/c that way I know I’m rolling with a fun-loving crowd---probably to the beach. Unless of course it’s a shower flip-flop in the dorms. Gross. In that case I’d like to be a cleat…preferably on an all-star outfielder.

What's under your bed:

The floor. That was a dumb question.

What's the best number in the World:

99 = My Baseball Number from High School!!!! (how’s that for a rush of really lame nostalgia!)
What is your dream car:

I’ve always wanted a convertible…but I want something that would look really bad-ass in a car chase too. I guess a Jeep Wranger…that way if I roll during the chase I can just pop back up and keep going.

Who is your biggest crush right now:

Well, I don’t currently “attend” a school. I do, however, work at MIT.

Bacon Bits or croutons:

Honestly, I can’t imagine a world where I can’t just have both…and in large quantities I might add.

Favorite Salad Dressing:

Ranch. Let’s not even mess around here folks…

Do you Drink:

Do you read surveys written by tall goony Dutchmen? Point made…
What type of Shampoo/Conditioner:

Um…I bought it at the dollar store, it’s a real-brand though. It’s in an orange bottle…um…I’m not really sure what it’s called though. I think it’s like Suave or something like that.
Have you ever been skinny dipping:

…and how!!

Do you make fun of people:

Sometimes, but always meant in good spirits, usually it’s mutual. Although I’m sure I’ve made fun of people all prick-like before and I feel really bad about that. I like to think I’m a pretty good guy, but I know I can be a dick too…so hopefully I’ve got the whole “just kidding” thing down and people know I’m not a huge D-Bag!
Have you ever been convicted of a crime:

One pillow or two:

Pile those suckers up! I usually need at least two to be able to sleep at all. However, I have found that if I’ve been drinking I usually can’t tell the difference between a pillow and a box of Cap’n Crunch…but in most situations…two pillows.


Hartley, IA – Tom S. Katt
Mankato, MN – Merry and Pippin Kunkel
Boston, MA – Ryan Gray

Favorite type of music:

Loud and Not Sucky…

Playing Sports, Watching Sports, Reading, Writing, Video Games, Consumption of Adult Beverages, Being Awesome, Walking Around Boston, Travel, Eating
Word or Phrase you overuse:



Crest…the minty stuff with Scope in it.
Piercing or tattoos:


Do you get along with your parents:

Heck yeah! I get along great with my parents. It helps that they’re absolutely flippin’ awesome…so we clearly have a lot in common.
Favorite beer:

Wow…now this, my friends, is a tough question, but here goes…top 10.

10) Panther Ale
9) Killian’s Irish Red
8) Coors Light
7) Bud Light
6) Miller Lite
5) Michelob Golden Light
4) Budweiser
3) Sam Adams Light
2) Sam Adams Summer Ale
1) Sam Adams OctoberFest
Favorite song at the moment:

Also a tough one, I am hooked on about five songs right now…

-“Summertime” by Kenny Chesney
-“Six-Pack Summer” by Phil Vassar
-“Beer in Mexico” by Kenny Chesney
-“Home” by Chris Daughtry
-“Big Girls Don’t Cry” by Fergie
Favorite subject in school:

English or Journalism and history was kinda fun…oh and the PE classes rocked!

Least favorite subject in school:

Math…numbers suck

Most humiliating moment:

Hmmmmmm….not sure if I can really think of one, me and humiliation don’t really go hand-in-hand…
Most gratifying moment:

Hmmmmmm…also not a real easy one. I guess my high school graduation speech was pretty gratifying…it was a very TV-sitcom kind of moment. But I felt pretty darn good when I waltzed across stage to get my diploma at my college graduation…that one’s pretty high up there too.

Craziest or Silliest Person You Know:

John Kunkel…always has been, always will be.


Um…I little fatigued and I think I pulled a calf early in the second half of the survey, but all-in-all it was a good effort and I think the survey deserves a lot of credit for keeping me on my toes for the last two and a half hours and of course, I’ve gotta thank God and my Mama…